[ No amount of time in Vorbarr Sultana's social and political scene could have prepared her for this. No matter how much she wishes it had.
She catches that flicker of sadness, the name means something to him at least. It adds more weight to his next words, as fumbled as they are, and she's looking at him with new eyes. It takes another moment of searching, but it clicks. There as much her in him as Padma and is this really her son once he's in adulthood?
There's one question keeping her in place, though the urge to stride toward him and examine him more closely is growing close to overwhelming. ]
Ivan? But how?
[ He's alive. If this is really Ivan then he's alive and that thought alone has her fighting back the few tears that threaten to fall.
Surely even a place like this wouldn't play a joke so cruel. ]
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She catches that flicker of sadness, the name means something to him at least. It adds more weight to his next words, as fumbled as they are, and she's looking at him with new eyes. It takes another moment of searching, but it clicks. There as much her in him as Padma and is this really her son once he's in adulthood?
There's one question keeping her in place, though the urge to stride toward him and examine him more closely is growing close to overwhelming. ]
Ivan? But how?
[ He's alive. If this is really Ivan then he's alive and that thought alone has her fighting back the few tears that threaten to fall.
Surely even a place like this wouldn't play a joke so cruel. ]